Sometimes I feel as though my judgment is poor.
Because I take at face value who ever knocks on my door.
This leads to having my better nature abused.
I try my best to be nice then always end up used.
Is no one worth their word anymore?
Has honesty flown right out the door?
I know I am usually dealing with damaged souls.
But this being jerked around is getting so old.
I think I will forget about anybody new for awhile.
Except that Texas guy who made me smile.
When a crisis hits you soon will find out.
Who your friends really are, who gives you a shout.
The ones who show their support at that time.
Will be the ones that will continue to be mine.
I’m disgusted and sad but I know what to do.
I’m staying away from assholes like you.
I’m sticking with the ones that are true.
The ones that really know me and don’t make me blue.
It will only be a short amount of time.
Before I figure out who will stay mine.
I feel the winds of change starting to blow.
But I keep asking “Is it me” does anyone know?
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